Only down the road the theatre show,
actors and crew the flowers they throw.
And only one man seated down at the back,
no applause from the palms of his hand.
And red curtains this time fall and unveil,
what I should of felt from love for sale.
And don't shine those lights on me.
And you did.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
Only down the road the theatre show,
actors and crew the flowers they throw.
And only one man seated down at the back,
no applause from the palms of his hand.
And red curtains this time fall and unveil,
what I should of felt from love for sale.
And don't shine those lights on me.
And you did.
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